i want humans on a spaceship with aliens, long after they first made contact, and i want them to fly low over mars at the request of one of the humans. i want one of the humans to scream, “STOP” and i want the aliens to freak out because they think the human is dying. when they rush to where the human is, they find all of them crying and hugging, and saying, “we found her. we found Opportunity, like we promised we would. We found her.”












